Nightmares

She was fearless
She’d already died quite some years ago
And when she rebuilt herself
Out of the ashes
She couldn’t find a soul to put back
So she was a ghost of herself
All the rage and anger
But none of the compassion
In short
She was what nightmare were made of

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